Aviana の小説

POV: LenaThe shouting led us to the basement.Not the club basement. Deeper.Concrete steps. One naked bulb swinging. The smell of mold and old water sitting too long in pipes.Rafe moved ahead of me, shoulders tight, jaw locked. I could feel the anger rolling off him now. It wasn’t loud. It was heavy. The kind that presses on your lungs.Two guards stood outside a steel door. One of them wouldn’t meet Rafe’s eyes.That told me everything.“Open it,” Rafe said.No raised voice. No threats.Just command.The door scraped open.Inside, tied to a metal chair, was Tomas.One of Rafe’s oldest enforcers.I’d seen him at meetings. Quiet. Loyal-looking. The kind of man who stood behind his alpha without question.Blood ran from the corner of his mouth. His shirt was torn. But he wasn’t afraid.That was the first thing that made my stomach turn.He looked… calm.“You,” Rafe said.One word.Tomas lifted his head slowly. When his eyes landed on Rafe, something like disappointment flickered ther

POV: LenaThe nightclub emptied fast after the vanishing.No one said the word kidnap. No one said traitor.But it hung in the air anyway.Rafe didn’t waste time. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me through the back hallway behind the VIP lounge. The music faded behind us, replaced by the hum of old pipes and the smell of damp walls.His grip was firm. Not gentle. Not cruel. Just… solid.“I can walk,” I snapped.“I know,” he said, not looking back. “But if someone’s bold enough to take a council member from the middle of a room full of wolves, we don’t separate.”We.The word did something to my chest.The hallway narrowed until it felt like the walls were pressing in. Storage crates. Cleaning supplies. One flickering bulb overhead. Nowhere to stand without brushing against him.Rafe shut the metal door behind us.The click of the lock echoed too loud.My pulse kicked up.Too small. Too tight. Too close.He turned to face me, and suddenly there was no space. Just heat. His heat. His sce

POV: LenaThe bass thumped like a heartbeat in the dark nightclub, vibrating through the floor, through the walls, through Lena’s chest. Smoke and neon lights twisted in the haze, painting everyone in red and blue shadows. She hugged her leather jacket tighter, eyes scanning the crowd, every muscle coiled, every nerve screaming that danger could be anywhere.Mila was there, perched on the edge of the VIP booth, her sharp eyes glinting in the strobe lights. Lena approached cautiously, wolf pressing beneath her skin, restless, impatient. Every step felt like walking into a storm.“You’re late,” Mila said, voice sharp, no trace of amusement. “And the council is already tense.”Lena’s jaw tightened. She hated being tense, hated feeling out of place, hated the way her chest tightened whenever the pack politics swirled around her. Wolf growled low, pressing against her ribs. Danger. Always danger.“They’ll settle,” Mila said, as if reading her thoughts. “If you don’t screw this up.”Lena’s

POV: LenaThe city’s underbelly smelled of wet asphalt and iron. Lena crouched in the shadows, every nerve screaming, every muscle coiled. Her wolf pressed hard beneath her skin, restless, hungry, ready to break free. She could feel Rafe’s presence behind her, solid, lethal, wolf simmering just beneath the surface. Together they moved, synchronized, predator and lone wolf forced to trust each other in a way that made her stomach twist.The target was Viktor Malenkov. The man had betrayed everything the pack, the innocent wolves, her brother’s possible whereabouts. Lena’s chest burned with fury and a raw ache of grief. Her claws flexed beneath her gloves, teeth bared in silent anticipation. He’s going to pay.Rafe’s voice broke the silence. “Stay calm. Focus. We need him alive.”She swallowed hard, amber eyes narrowing. Calm. Focus. He wanted calm? Her wolf snarled, thrashing beneath her ribs, screaming at her to tear Viktor apart before he could speak another word, before another inno

POV: LenaThe tunnels were alive with sound metal scraping, water dripping, a low, almost imperceptible shift in the air that set her nerves screaming. Lena’s pulse pounded in her ears. Every step forward felt like walking into a predator’s mouth, and instinct told her that tonight, someone was waiting.“Stay close,” Rafe murmured, hand brushing hers briefly, a tether she hated needing but couldn’t let go of.She flinched at the touch, heart hammering. The wolf beneath her ribs growled low, restless, teeth bared, claws itching for the kill. The air felt heavy, thick with danger, with betrayal, with the fear that any wrong step could end them both.And then it hit.Shadows moved faster than thought, dark shapes sliding from the walls, from the corners, striking with knives, chains, and teeth. Lena barely had time to react, muscles coiling, fists shooting up, claws pressing at the edge of control. Her wolf surged, raw and desperate, wanting to tear everything apart.Rafe was beside her

POV: LenaThe air smelled like damp stone, rust, and something older decay buried beneath the city for decades. Lena’s boots echoed against the tunnel walls as she moved, each step careful, deliberate. Her wolf pressed close, coiled and restless, every sense screaming that danger could strike from any shadow, any corner, any crack in the concrete.Rafe led the way, shoulders tight, eyes scanning, wolf lurking beneath his skin like a predator waiting for the kill. Lena followed, heart hammering, adrenaline high. Every inch of her screamed to strike, to rip through the darkness and find the monsters hiding in it.The tunnels were narrow, twisting, a labyrinth beneath the city. Old graffiti, rusted pipes, and water stains marked the walls. But then they found it the evidence, hidden in plain sight. Crates stacked in neat rows, faded markings, barrels with tags dating back months, even years. The realization hit Lena like a punch to the gut: this had been going on for years. Not just one